“Hey, Mom! How’s Lily settling in?” Emily answered cheerfully.
“Emily, we need to talk,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I found some things in Lily’s suitcase. Crop tops, short shorts, makeup —”
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There was a pause on the other end. Then Emily sighed. “Oh, Mom. I know it seems shocking, but it’s not a big deal. All her friends dress like that.”
I felt my jaw drop. “Not a big deal? Emily, she’s thirteen!”
“Times have changed, Mom,” Emily said, her voice taking on that patient tone she used when she thought I was being old-fashioned. “Lily’s just expressing herself. The makeup is just for fun.”
I rubbed my forehead, feeling a headache coming on. “But don’t you think she’s growing up too fast?”
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“Mom, relax,” Emily said. “Lily’s a good kid. She knows her boundaries. Just let her have some fun, okay?”
After we hung up, I sat there for a while, trying to wrap my head around it all. Was I really that out of touch?
Over the next few days, I watched Lily like a hawk. She’d put on those crop tops and shorts, and experiment with the makeup. But she was still my Lily – laughing at her grandfather’s bad jokes, helping me in the garden.
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One evening, I found my husband, George, frowning as he watched Lily texting on her phone, dressed in one of those outfits.
“Nora,” he whispered, “don’t you think we should say something?”
I sighed. “I already talked to Emily. She says it’s normal nowadays.”
George shook his head. “Doesn’t seem right to me.”
That night, I decided I needed to talk to Lily. I knocked on her door, finding her on the bed, nose buried in a book.
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“Lily, honey? Can we talk?”
She looked up, smiling. “Sure, Grandma. What’s up?”
I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to find the right words. “I wanted to talk about your… new style.”
Lily’s face fell a little. “You don’t like it?”
“It’s not that,” I said quickly. “I’m just surprised. It seems very grown-up for someone your age.”
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Lily sat up, hugging her knees. “I know it’s different from what I used to wear. But all my friends dress like this now. I just wanted to fit in, you know?”
I nodded, remembering how important that had been when I was her age. “I understand that, sweetie. But you know you don’t have to change yourself to fit in, right?”
Lily nodded. “I know. But it’s fun to try new things sometimes.”
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“I get that,” I said, smiling. “When I was your age, I begged my mom to let me wear go-go boots. She thought they were scandalous.”
Lily giggled. “Really? You?”
“Oh yes,” I laughed. “I thought I was very cool.”
We talked for a while longer, sharing stories and laughing. As I was about to leave, Lily called out, “Grandma?”
I turned back. “Yes, honey?”
“I’m still me, you know,” she said softly. “Even if I look different sometimes.”
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I felt a lump in my throat. “I know, sweetie. I know.”
As I closed her door, I thought about how much things had changed since I was young. The world Lily was growing up in was so different from mine. It scares me sometimes if I’m being honest.
But Lily was still Lily. She was growing up, yes, but she was still that sweet, smart girl I’d always known. Maybe I needed to trust her a little more, trust that we’d raised her right.
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The next morning, I found Lily in the kitchen, helping George with breakfast. She was wearing one of her new outfits, but she’d thrown one of my old cardigans over it.
“Morning, Grandma!” she chirped. “Want some pancakes?”
I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. “I’d love some, honey.”
As I watched her and George banter over the proper way to flip a pancake, I realized something. The clothes, the makeup – they were just the outside. The Lily I loved was still there, underneath it all.
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Sure, I still worried. What grandparent doesn’t? But I also felt a glimmer of pride. Lily was growing up, finding her own way. And maybe, just maybe, that was okay.
“Hey, Grandma?” Lily’s voice broke into my thoughts. “Can you show me how to make your famous apple pie today?”
I grinned. “Of course, sweetie. Right after breakfast.”
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As we sat down to eat, I caught George’s eye over the table. He winked at me, and I knew he was thinking the same thing. Our little girl was growing up, but she was going to be just fine.
The rest of the morning flew by in a whirlwind of flour, apples, and laughter. Lily was a natural in the kitchen, her nimble fingers quickly mastering the art of peeling apples.
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“So, Grandma,” Lily said as she carefully placed the top crust on the pie, “tell me more about those go-go boots.”
I chuckled, dusting flour off my hands. “Oh, they were something else. White vinyl, went up to my knees. Your great-grandmother nearly had a fit when she saw them.”
Lily’s eyes widened. “Did you wear them to school?”
“I sure did,” I said, grinning at the memory. “Thought I was the bee’s knees.”
“The what now?” Lily giggled.
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